Friday, May 18, 2012

My amazing Max meets The Amazing Max and magic happens

The invite came months ago: Would I like to take the kids to see The Amazing Max And The Box of Interesting Things? It's a one-man show in New York City with magician Max Darwin, a popular performer who's hosted a show on Nickelodeon, done performances for celeb clients, and wowed audiences at more than 3000 magic shows.

He was fascinated and kept wanting to see it again. Each time it would end, though, he'd point at the screen and shake his head "Noooooooo." As in, he did not want to meet Magic Max.

I didn't listen.

Saturday, we headed into the city. As soon as we got to the theater, Max started whimpering. I coaxed him into the lobby; the show didn't start for 45 minutes, and it was totally quiet. Especially since Max already had his noise-blocking earphones on.

Max parked himself on a bench. And guess who dropped by?

Max was psyched; Magic Max chatted with him for a bit and charmed him. After Magic Max left, though, my Max started looking worried again. When the house manager let us into the theater early (it pays to befriend house managers), Max literally lay down on the carpet and wailed. I spoke to him quietly and he stopped. But when the show was about to start, I picked him up and carried him inside as he cried.

The seats weren't completely filled, and I grabbed one toward the back and hugged Max tight. He alternated bouts of sobs with burying his head deep into my neck. A lot of people turned around to stare; I'm sure some were hoping that Max wouldn't disrupt the performance, and I didn't blame them. But I was hoping that once the show started, Max would calm down and enjoy it. I buried my face in his hair and breathed in its baby-shampoo smell.

"WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH," said Max, and he started wriggling so he could make a break for the front door. I held him tighter and wondered if I should bring some Mommy Magic next time we attempted to take him to the theater. Like, sedatives.

Scene 1: Magic Max comes out in a mini car and zooms around the stage. Max gets downright hysterical. Dave scoots him out and I stay with Sabrina.

I don't think I can fully express how relieved I felt. Blissful, too. I knew that Max would enjoy the show if he could just push past his sensory fears of the dark and the unknown, and he did. The show is entertaining for adults and kids; Magic Max is a funny, wry sort of guy. He pulled coins from a little girl's ear (and had some "fall" out of her nose and butt); he did this mind-blowing trick where he guessed the name someone in the audience was thinking of. He juggled. He did car tricks. He borrowed someone's wedding ring and unearthed it in a pile of gift boxes. When Magic Max's stuffed pig, Hamlet, tooled around in a remote-control car, Max decided he wanted to be part of the act; I grabbed him just as he was about to dash onstage.

"Hi, Max!" Magic Max said to Max a couple of times, and Max looked really pleased.

Afterward, Max couldn't wait to get to the lobby, where Magic Max posed for photos and gave autographs.

Then we couldn't tear Max away from Magic Max.

Then we couldn't get Max out of the theater.

Then we couldn't get Max into the car

We bought a magic wand; Max sleeps with it next to his pillow

We also got the DVD Magic In Minutes in which Magic Max teaches kids how to do 12 different tricks. The kids have watched it at least ten times and at night, before bedtime, Sabrina does a magic show in her room for Max. I am not allowed in, but I hear both of them cracking up. Meanwhile, Max keeps saying he'd like to see the show again.

One small step for me, one giant step for Max-kind.

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11 comments:

Ellen, this had me smiling the whole way through. I am so glad it was such a transporting experience for Max. (And you're an Amazing Mom for getting him through it, and sticking with your gut that said he would love it, if he could just push past his fears.)

Great post. You've described how it ain't all roses and sometimes you do have to grit your teeth and hold him tight. Max obviously ended up enjoying the show and would have missed it if you'd have caved early. Magic Max deserves a pat on the back for his sensitivity and under understanding too.

Max seems to like any sort of show with anyone named Max in it. Bravo to Magic Max for saying Hi to Max before hand. I had some sensory issues when I was younger and have slight ones now.I have been told my hearing loss has something to do with it.When I was younger I could NEVER make it through any sort of guest assembly.The worst one was the Pablo Picasso one in 2nd grade with loud music and a fake bull fight.The art teacher would not let me leave and later got in trouble for not following the IEP.I also had problems with the fairy tale one with a sound track in 4th grade.I remebered freaking out on a trip to Plymoth when I was 6.We were on the Mayflower under deck and the guy banged a hammer and i cried.Cities are not my favorite place.The lunchroom is way too loud for me.The only (failed) attepmt at solving this problem was in the 4th grade.The lunch ladies had me eat at a table on the stage.(Our cafeteria which was behind the gym had a half of stage it shared with the gym.)It was not my chocie.I had 1 friend up there each day.They would not allow any more.I hated it.I had no choice.I was teased. I still am crowd wary and have anzetiey issues.